a_libertine
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Light...Followed by an exclamation...
Dark...Followed by movement...
Light...Followed by poling and prodding, voices discussing something.
Mertin listened closely a moment then paid no mind, it was in some dialect of English he did not understand.
Dark...Followed by movement again.
Intermittent light and dark, no other sensations or movements.
Mertin passed time in a pleasant state of torpor, somewhere between dead and alive, not fully either, never close to either. Slipping back into the state of consciousness closer to death than life, Mertin slept again.
Pounding music. Music? The instruments were unknown to him, the loudness deafening, the pace faster than it should have been.
Heartbeats nearly matched the pace of the music, tens of them it seemed. Mertin woke enough to reach out with his mind to access where he was, and what was going on. A large inn, with some two hundred people in it surrounded a stage where he stood on display in a casket among some other paraphernalia from
A melodic dulcet voice wove through the music, causing the audience to sway as they listened, danced, and celebrated, it seemed. Mertin listened to the words and wonder crossed his mind as she seemed to be singing about vampires and 'the heat of the night's call'.
Not quite a panic came over Mertin, but a sense of unease that slowly abated, as he realized that in the minds he contacted, not one of them seemed to believe in vampires, so much as possess a wish for one.
Mertin eased back waiting for the end of the show and an opportunity to feed. Hunger ate at his mind, trying to overcome his mind, to force him to dive into the smörgåsbord of writhing flesh before him and sate the eternal hunger for at least a day.
In all too short a time the performance ended, Mertin felt his casket being wheeled off, listening to the two men doing the pushing. As the three of them entered a storage room, Mertin moved, grabbing them both, Mertin sank his teeth into them quickly, and violently sated the worst of his hunger. It was not nearly enough, but it was a start.
Leaving the storage room, Mertin followed the sound of the voice her had heard earlier. Reaching out with his mind he listened to her thoughts, which at the moment were focused on the person she was with. A lascivious smile crossed Mertin's face as he opened the door she was behind. "Hello, Veronica," Mertin said as he closed the door behind himself, taking in the scene before him.
Light...Followed by an exclamation...
Dark...Followed by movement...
Light...Followed by poling and prodding, voices discussing something.
Mertin listened closely a moment then paid no mind, it was in some dialect of English he did not understand.
Dark...Followed by movement again.
Intermittent light and dark, no other sensations or movements.
Mertin passed time in a pleasant state of torpor, somewhere between dead and alive, not fully either, never close to either. Slipping back into the state of consciousness closer to death than life, Mertin slept again.
Pounding music. Music? The instruments were unknown to him, the loudness deafening, the pace faster than it should have been.
Heartbeats nearly matched the pace of the music, tens of them it seemed. Mertin woke enough to reach out with his mind to access where he was, and what was going on. A large inn, with some two hundred people in it surrounded a stage where he stood on display in a casket among some other paraphernalia from
A melodic dulcet voice wove through the music, causing the audience to sway as they listened, danced, and celebrated, it seemed. Mertin listened to the words and wonder crossed his mind as she seemed to be singing about vampires and 'the heat of the night's call'.
Not quite a panic came over Mertin, but a sense of unease that slowly abated, as he realized that in the minds he contacted, not one of them seemed to believe in vampires, so much as possess a wish for one.
Mertin eased back waiting for the end of the show and an opportunity to feed. Hunger ate at his mind, trying to overcome his mind, to force him to dive into the smörgåsbord of writhing flesh before him and sate the eternal hunger for at least a day.
In all too short a time the performance ended, Mertin felt his casket being wheeled off, listening to the two men doing the pushing. As the three of them entered a storage room, Mertin moved, grabbing them both, Mertin sank his teeth into them quickly, and violently sated the worst of his hunger. It was not nearly enough, but it was a start.
Leaving the storage room, Mertin followed the sound of the voice her had heard earlier. Reaching out with his mind he listened to her thoughts, which at the moment were focused on the person she was with. A lascivious smile crossed Mertin's face as he opened the door she was behind. "Hello, Veronica," Mertin said as he closed the door behind himself, taking in the scene before him.